Please dont praise my strength.
This wasnt my decision.
I wasnt safe, so i became strong to make myself and others feel safe, my body their shield.
And by the time i was close to being safe, my body wasnt one i knew anymore. Battles, scars, wounds that never seem to heal, i became atlas....
I wasnt shown how to love battle scars, only to love that which was fragile and beautiful.
How can something carved from pain be beautiful?
I will never be delicate and fragile and some would argue "why would you want to be"
Because thats only possible when youre safe.














